[Supporter] Newlywed's New Desires Ch. 18 (Patreon)

Hey Friends! Hope everyone’s summer is going well. I’m back home now and slowly getting back into my routine, so hopefully the schedule returns to normal soon.

This chapter of Newlyweds brings a lot of threads together and was a lot of fun to write. For those of you who read the Insider version, I’ve made some tweaks to the final scene and to Dave’s character overall. I’d love to hear what you think of the changes.

In other news, I’ll have another short story out in the next few days for Insiders, and then for everyone shortly after. If you remember, I started a Neverland story a couple of months back, but as I got near the end, I didn’t feel it met the standard I wanted. I’ve rewritten most of it, and it’s shaping up to be a bit longer than a short—probably 2 or 3 parts. Once that’s out the door, I’ll begin work on Chapter 8 of EP.

I’ll also be posting a poll or two in the coming weeks to celebrate our one-year anniversary on Patreon! It’ll be a series of categories like “Most likely to…” or “Best…” and once the votes are in, I’ll create a short scene or two featuring the winners.

And now, on to your regularly scheduled program…

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Steam filled the air as Ashley stepped into the shower. This had been their routine for nearly two weeks now, ever since the FBI came into their lives and they realized everything they thought they knew was a lie. Chris stepped in behind her, breathing deeply through his nose and allowing the steam to calm him. Ashley hadn't been herself since she came home from the hospital several days ago. He knew something had happened, but whenever he'd broached the question she broke down.

"Ash?" He reached for her, but she flinched away from his touch.

"Wait." Her voice cracked. "Just... I need a second."

The hurt in her tone made his chest tighten. He'd seen her angry before, seen her confused and overwhelmed, but this was different. This was pain.

"The anklet," she whispered, finally turning to face him. Her eyes were red, whether from tears or the steam, he couldn't tell. "Did you know?"

Chris's stomach dropped. "Know what?"

Her eyes searched his, holding his stare. "What it really means."

She saw the confusion in his eyes, the hurt on his face. A small part of her rejoiced at his confusion. She hated that she ever doubted him, but everything had been a lie for so long she didn't know who to believe anymore. She threw her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest.

"I ran into Mrs. Johnson at work." Ashley's laugh was a half sob. "Apparently, I've been advertising to the entire world that I'm a married woman who... who likes to play around. A hotwife." The word made her feel nauseous. "I've been wearing that thing for weeks. The guy at the bar, all the attention at the restaurant. God, I'm such an idiot."

The color drained from Chris's face. The implication was bigger than just the bar. She'd worn that thing to the store, to work. "Oh my God, Ash."

He wrapped his arms around her body and held her as hot water pelted his arms. He could feel her body jerking, sobbing not just because of the humiliation but the betrayal he was sure she felt. "You didn't know," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "He manipulated both of us."

"I've been so stupid." Her hands balled into fists as she pushed away from Chris's chest. "All this time I thought... I mean..."

Chris felt rage building in his chest, white-hot and protective. "Bay—"

"No." Ashley's head snapped up, she pressed her lips to his to drown out the word.

"We've been through enough. You've been through enough."

"And what about the FBI?" Her voice rose above the water's roar. "What about the federal charges hanging over your head? I won't let you take the fall for this. I can't lose you too."

"I don't care." Tears filled his eyes, or maybe it was from all the steam. "I'd rather go to prison than watch him continue to destroy you."

"He won't. He can't." There was a conviction in her voice that wasn't there before. For the first time in what felt like forever, Chris no longer thought Clayton had the upper hand.

She was quiet for a long moment, thinking about what to say next. "I don't think he knows that I know. But I haven't responded to any of his texts since I found out." She took a step backward, her gaze never leaving Chris's. "I just... I needed time to think. To grieve, I guess."

"Grieve what?"

"I don't know." Her voice was barely audible over the water. "I don't love him," She snapped a little too defensively. "But there was something. I thought... I don't know. It felt like it was more than just... sex."

"I'm sorry I pulled you into this. That night at the bar I should have-"

Ashley wiped away her tears, a smile forming on her face. "Don't do that. I don't regret it. Any of it."

"You don't?"

The water began to cool, they'd been in there forever. She placed her hands on either side of his face, pulling him into a kiss. "Clayton may have severely fucked us up, but it hasn't all been bad."

That playful look in her eye returned as her hand began to trail down his body.

"I need to tell you something," Chris said, taking her hand into his before this turned into something else entirely.

Ashley cocked her eyebrow, unsure of what to expect.

"Katie." He took a deep breath trying to calm his nerves as Ashley waited for more of an explanation. He'd been dreading this conversation, putting it off for far longer than he should have.

"What about her?"

"At the office. The day I heard you in there with Clayton..." He closed his eyes praying she would forgive him. "We had gone to lunch together to discuss Seattle. She didn't know it was you in there with him, but when she heard the noises you were making and saw my reaction she..."

"She what, Chris?"

"She came up behind me and stroked me through my pants. I should have stopped her immediately. But I was so caught off guard and hearing you and..."

Laughter bounced off the walls drowning out the sound of the water. Chris opened his eyes confused and saw Ashley shaking her head. "That's what you were so afraid to tell me? That your co-worker gave you a hand job through your pants?"

Heat started to color Chris's face, realizing how it sounded. "Yeah I guess I just thought..."

Ashley pulled him into a tight hug, nearly choking the life out of him. "You stupid, loyal boy. I love you so much."

"I... love you too," Chris said, still a little confused by the entire exchange. "So, you're not mad?"

"Sweetie," she pressed her lips to his. The kiss was soft, gentle. "I was on my knees in front of your boss nearly choking and begging him to cover me in cum." She felt Chris's cock twitch involuntarily and shook her head. "No, baby. I'm not mad. I trust you."

The water began to turn to ice as they stood there holding each other, neither of them wanting to admit it was time to turn off the water and go back to the outside world.

"Do you think she's in on it?"

Chris chewed the inside of his cheek. It was a question he'd thought a lot about. "I don't think so. She came in one day and said something about someone following her. I think she's just as freaked out as we are."

"I think I might have a plan. A real one this time."

"What kind of plan?" Chris asked, his heart rate suddenly spiking.

"Just... trust me. Okay?"

"Always."

***

Clayton cursed under his breath as he walked through the automatic doors of the hospital. He'd spent the better part of an hour charming the nurse working the front desk, only to learn that Ashley was off today. The only useful information he gathered was that she was next scheduled to work on Sunday, the same day Chris and Katie were leaving for Seattle.

He pulled his phone from his pocket, his steps echoing through the empty parking garage. He'd sent her 4 messages over the span of the last two days and all of them had gone unanswered. His hand balled into a fist. He considered calling her again, but last time she sent him straight to voicemail.

In the entire time since he'd started texting Ashley, she had never gone more than a couple of hours without responding, and he never had to send more than one message. What changed? His father's warnings about the FBI ran through his head. But if they knew something, would Ashley really have been so... willing in the car? Had someone gotten to her after the-fact?

In the distance, a car's tires squealed as they pulled out of the parking garage. Did Tom do something? He'd been wanting to get his hands on Ashley for months and Clayton kept denying him. Did he finally reach out himself? Say something he shouldn't have? That sounded plausible, Tom was always rash. But Clayton wasn't going to rush into something without knowing all the facts.

"Bitch," he muttered, tossing his phone into the passenger seat harder than intended. Did she have any idea who she was fucking with? Nobody ignored him. He could make her husband's life a living hell if he wanted to. Drive over to their house and fuck her right there in the living room while Chris watched helplessly. She could ignore his texts all she wanted, but he knew once he got close enough to touch her, she wouldn't be able to resist.

The Audi's engine roared to life, but before he could follow through with his plan, his phone rang. A smirk appeared on his face, as he glanced at the screen expecting to see Ashley's name. It quickly turned sour when his father's contact photo filled the screen. That same stern, disappointed face that had haunted Clayton's childhood and apparently his adulthood too.

"Now what?" Clayton answered, not bothering to say hello.

"Please, tell me you're injured."

"I'm... what? Of course not."

"Then why the hell have you spent the last hour at the hospital?"

Clayton's grip tightened on the steering wheel. "You're tracking me? Seriously?"

"I'm tracking my investment," his father corrected. "An investment you seem hellbent on pissing away."

"Last I checked, Ashley was a key piece in all of this."

Tom's distinctive cackle echoed in the background, forcing Clayton to throw his head back against the leather headrest. "The gang is all there, I see."

"The gang," his father's voice cracked, a telltale sign he was getting angry. Clayton's hands began to shake as images of his childhood flooded his system. His father beating him until he was too sore to move because of a disrespectful tone. Choking his mother nearly to death because she dared to disobey him. "Is worried that you're too busy trying to get laid and not spending enough time worrying about the audit."

"The audit is handled. How many times do I have—"

"As many as I say!" A frustrated sigh came from the other end of the phone. "My contact at the bureau called. An arrest is imminent, they are expecting it to happen within the next three or four weeks."

"Weeks?" Clayton's voice dropped. He thought he had more time. At least a few more months.

"That's right. So stop playin grab-ass with the wife and get her to agree to meet the board already," Tom's voice boomed from the background.

"Shut the fuck up, Tom." Clayton barked.

"He's right," his father interjected. "Things are lining up exactly as we planned. It's imperative that you use the wife as leverage with the board before news of the investigation leaks. After the husband takes the fall, we paint him as a rogue agent to the media, and the wife becomes our faithful little whore."

"I already told you, I'm dealing with it. This isn't something that you can just force. It takes time."

"You're running out of time. Make sure the audit comes back clean. Get the wife to agree to meet with the board and close the fucking loop on this."

"Or what? This is my operation, remember? My software, my—"

"Or I'll see to it that you're sharing a cell right along with Chris. Don't think for a second that just because you're family means you're not disposable."

The line went dead. Clayton stared at his phone, his blood boiling with anger. He had been disrespected too much today, and he was tired of it. His father was right. It was time he started living up to the family name.

***

Chris watched as Ashley bent over, opening the bottom drawer where her swimsuits were kept. The way the sun hit her back made her ass look perfect as she wiggled around in just her panties. He was nervous about the night, not because of Jen and Dave, he was actually looking forward to seeing Ashley let loose a bit. She deserved that after all she'd been through. No, he was nervous because of what he'd hoped Dave would find looking through all the code. This could be the key to unlocking everything. He just needed to make sure nothing jeopardized that.

"I'm excited. I don't know why we haven't hung out with Dave and Jen sooner," Ashley said, standing up straight and holding a blue two-piece against herself in the mirror. "When I woke up, I thought all I'd want to do today was hide under the covers. But our shower this morning helped me realize how bad we need this." She looked over her shoulder at Chris, her smile warm and loving. She meant what she'd said. She really wasn't sure how she would have made it through this week without him.

"You know, it's not too late. We could tell them you're not feeling well. I could swing by tomorrow and..." he looked at the phone on the dresser. "I could take Jen your birthday gift."

"No," Ashley said, following his gaze. She tossed the navy bikini aside and reached for a green one. "This is exactly what I need."

The green bikini consisted of tiny triangles connected by thin strings, designed for impact rather than modesty. Ashley held the top against her chest, studying Chris's reaction in the mirror more than the way the outfit looked against her.

"God, this thing barely covers me at all," she said, watching as Chris adjusted himself on the bed. "I bet that would make Dave happy." She bit her lip seductively as she watched her husband squirm. "I'll probably fall out of it the second I bend forward. How do you think Jen would react if Dave got an eye-full of these?" Ashley threw the bikini aside, letting Chris get the full effect of her nakedness.

It wasn't just the way that she looked that made Chris painfully hard. It wasn't even the words she was saying, although she always knew how to push his buttons. Instead, it was the performance in her voice. She wasn't just putting on a show for Chris. He looked back at the dresser, the phone not even 5 feet from Ashley. She was performing... for him.

Ashley tossed the top aside, and picked up the white top. The cups held more of her chest in. It was what most would consider a traditional swim-top. "This isn't as revealing. But the material is so thin. It's practically transparent when it's wet."

Chris shook his head, laughing silently as Ashley blew him a kiss. She wasn't just playing their usual game, she was going on the offensive. Weaponizing herself against Clayton, hoping to drive him mad with jealousy. "Maybe I just won't wear a top at all. After all, don't most of these parties usually end up with the women topless anyway?"

"The white one. Go with the white one," Chris groaned, worried about his own sanity at that moment.

"If you say so," she giggled. She made her way to the closet next, running her fingers across Chris's chest as she passed the bed. She hadn't meant to turn this into such a sexually charged situation, but once she saw Chris's reaction she couldn't help herself. She was already looking forward to coming home and taking off the clothes she hadn't even put on.

She scanned the dresses in her closet until she found the one she was looking for. It was a black halter-dress that stopped about mid thigh. The neckline showed a modest amount of cleavage without looking like a sex worker, while the back was completely open.

As she went to grab for it, her phone buzzed on the desk, another text from Clayton, this was getting embarrassing.

Clayton: I'm not the type of person you should ignore.

She let out an unsteady breath as she reread the implied threat. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she tried to consider what Clayton would actually do. She'd told Chris before he wouldn't hurt her. Did she still believe that? "Fuck it," She thought to herself. He'd manipulated her for months. Made her parade around with that thing on her ankle, telling everyone exactly what she was. Well, tonight Clayton would be the one being manipulated, the one wondering what was going to happen next.

She tossed the phone back onto the dresser without responding. "What do you think?" She held the dress up as she stepped out of the closet. "Doesn't this make my legs look good? Who knows what kind of show someone will get if I have to bend over."

Leaping from the bed, Chris pushed her into the wall, his lips finding her neck.

"Easy big boy, you're going to ruin my makeup," Ashley laughed, but her hands found the back of his head and she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing? Pushing his buttons like this?" Chris whispered, nibbling on her ear.

"People get sloppy when they're angry." She ran her hand down the front of his body grasping his manhood. "Or aroused," she giggled, giving him a playful tug. "Imagine what will happen when he's both."

"We could just stay in... order take-out." His breathing was growing heavier as she ran her palm over the front of his pants.

"There will be plenty of time for that tonight after some fun in the hot tub and drinks with friends," she said, pushing away from him with a smile. "Now, wait for me downstairs. I need to get changed and then we can head out. We're already late."

Reluctantly, Chris took a step backward. He glanced at the phone on the table one last time. He wasn't sure if Ashley was a genius, or if she was lighting a fuse without knowing how big the explosion would be. Clayton had shown he was willing to cross every line they'd drawn. What lines would he cross when he realized he was being manipulated? He pushed the fear aside as he made his way down the steps. He just hoped Dave would come through with the proof the FBI needed. Their entire future depended on it.

***

As Chris and Ashley approached the two-story, red brick, home of Dave and Jen, Chris fidgeted with nervous energy. He wasn't sure if it was the anxiety of not knowing what Dave found on the drive, or the way Ashley would smile every time her phone would buzz with a message from Clayton only to ignore it. He'd considered leaving their phones at home in case Clayton decided to track them, but something in his gut told him Clayton wasn't that reckless.

"Relax, let's just have fun tonight. We deserve it." Ashley's reassuring voice whispered over commercial playing on the radio. She placed her hand on his leg and gave it a squeeze as he put the car in park.

The front door swung open before they could knock, and Chris had to shield his eyes from the lights spilling through the open door.

"Finally!" Jen's voice carried over the music as she appeared in the doorway, auburn hair loose around her shoulders. She wore a low-cut yellow sundress that showed off her toned legs. Chris found himself noticing details he'd glossed over during their dinner together, comparing her to Ashley. Her athletic figure made her smaller than Ashley, but the way her dress hugged her body made him take notice. Her chest wasn't as full, but the way her outfit pushed them out made it hard not to stare, and her legs... While they weren't as long as Ashley's, they were strong, like once she got ahold of you she'd never let you go.

"I was starting to think you two got lost."

"Sorry," Ashley replied, pulling her into an enthusiastic hug. "Traffic was a nightmare. But we made it. And oh my God, you look amazing. That color is perfect on you."

"Oh, this old thing?" Jen laughed, taking a step back so Ashley could better see her low cut yellow dress. "Seriously, look who's talking. I would kill to have cleavage like that. Chris, how in the world are you okay with her leaving the house without constant supervision."

Ashley laughed off the comment, but Chris felt heat creep up the back of his neck. He needed a drink.

"Because he's not an insecure caveman," Dave said, appearing at Jen's side and clapping Chris on the shoulder. "Come on in. We're already three drinks in. You two have some catching up to do." He stepped aside, and Chris followed Ashley into the house.

Inside, the house had been transformed. Furniture pushed against walls to create a makeshift dance floor, LED string lights casting colors across the ceiling, speakers hanging on every corner, some upbeat song Chris wasn't familiar with played through them, barely loud enough to be heard. The back doors were thrown wide, revealing the deck where steam rose invitingly from their new hot tub.

"Wow, you guys really went all out," Ashley said, taking in the scene in front of her.

"Jen's been talking about this ever since we had dinner. She's been very specific about how she wants this night to go."

"I was excited," Jen laughed. "And, it was the first time in months Dave had done anything other than sit in front of that computer."

"Someone had to pay for that new hot tub," he fired back, but the venom Chris heard at dinner seemed to be gone, replaced by something more playful.

"Let me get you guys drinks," Jen said, already moving toward the kitchen. "We've got wine, beer, or I made some killer margaritas if you're feeling adventurous."

"Margs sound perfect," Ashley replied, settling onto their sectional sofa that was pushed against the wall. Chris and Dave both noticed the way her dress rode up slightly as she crossed her legs, exposing the smooth skin of her thigh.

"Actually, while Jen grabs those do you think we can step out back and talk... business?"

"In a little while, man" Dave said, casually. "We've got all night. Right now let's just relax, have a few drinks and see where the night takes us." He settled into the sofa next to Ashley leaving just enough room for Jen to squeeze in between them.

Before Chris could protest, Jen returned with a tray of salt-rimmed glasses filled with pale green liquid. "Alright, who's ready to party!" She shimmied into the room, handing each of them a glass.

"To new friends, and crazy stories." Dave rose his glass into the air, a smirk playing on his face.

"To the birthday girl, and a kick-ass new hot tub," Ashley laughed, lifting her own drink into the air.

They clinked glasses, and Chris felt the tequila burn down his throat. The alcohol helped ease some of his tension, though he noticed how Dave continued to steal glances of Ashley from the corner of his eye.

"So," Jen said, squeezing in between Ashley and Dave on the couch. "Did you hear about Sara? Apparently, her husband has been deployed for the last six months. Then, last shift, she walks in with a hicky on her neck. I think she got tired of waiting, and found herself a side piece."

Ashley nearly choked on her margarita as Jen casually mentioned their co-worker cheating. "You're kidding? But, she's so... traditional."

"I know. It's always the ones you least expect."

The way she smirked at Ashley caused her to break into another fit of coughs. This time, she sat her glass on the arm of the sofa.

"Goodness girl, did you forget how to drink?" Jen patted her friend on the back.

"So, Dave. How's working from home treating you? Must get pretty boring." Chris interjected hoping to steer the conversation in another direction.

"I love it. Gives me time to... learn about things I wouldn't normally know about."

"Oh yeah, like what?"

"Oh my God, Ashley," Jen suddenly called out, before Dave had time to respond. "Where's your beautiful anklet you were wearing the other night? I was telling Dave all about it."

Ashley's smile faltered for just a moment, her eyes shifting to Chris. "Oh, that. It didn't really go with tonight's outfit. You know how it goes."

"That's such a shame," Jen said, reaching down to run her fingers along Ashley's exposed ankle. "It looked so good against your skin."

Her touch lingered longer than necessary, fingers trailing up Ashley's calf. "God, your skin is so smooth. Dave, feel how soft her legs are."

Without waiting for permission, she guided Dave's hand to Ashley's shin. Chris watched in stunned silence as Dave's palm slid slowly up Ashley's leg.

"Wow," Dave said, noticing the way Ashley's body tensed and then relaxed. "You weren't kidding. That's incredible."

"Thanks, I guess? Just good genetics and expensive razors," Ashley laughed, but Chris noticed she didn't pull away from either of their hands.

"You're a lucky man, Chris." The compliment caused Ashley to blush as she squirmed slightly in her seat. "To getting lucky." He held up his drink again prompting the four friends to clink glasses and finished the rest of their drinks.

"Another round?" Jen asked brightly. "I think we need more fuel for dancing." She turned to look at Chris, her green eyes sparkling. "Chris, would you mind helping me in the kitchen? I spilled some last time."

"Oh... um, yeah. Of course." He gave a cautious look to Ashley, and noticed that Dave's fingers were still barely on her leg.

"We're fine," Ashley said with a grin. "Dave here is going to be my dance partner."

For a second, it looked like Dave might object, but he got to his feet and held out his hand for Ashley to take. Music filled the room, drowning out any prospect of conversation as Dave followed Ashley out to the makeshift dance floor, his eyes never leaving her hips.

Once in the kitchen, the music was a bit softer, allowing for easier conversation.

"You seem stressed," Jen said, as she picked up a knife to cut the limes. "Are you not having a good time?"

Her question seemed genuine, causing a pang of guilt to pass through Chris. "I am, sorry. It's just... work stuff."

"Yeah, Ashley said it was getting pretty intense at the moment. Grab that pitcher for me." She pointed toward the sink. "You know, you should try to relax. Just have a bit of fun tonight. Work will still be there in the morning."

"You sound like her," he said with a laugh. His chest grew tighter as he glanced at the closed kitchen door picturing the two of them dancing together.

Jen took the pitcher from his hands, breaking his concentration. "You're worried about her. It's cute."

"Not worried just..."

"Relax, she's a big girl." Jen put her hand on Chris's chest. "Your heart is racing. Want to tell me what it is you think is happening out there?"

Chris's mouth went dry as he met her gaze. Up close, he could see the freckles splashed around the top of her nose. It gave her a look of innocence, even while her fingers were curling and tickling his chest making it hard to breathe.

"I don't... I mean, um. Just overwhelmed is all. Takes me a minute to relax in new places."

"I get that." Her fingers lingered a moment longer before she pulled away, reaching for the tequila bottle. "Dave's the same way sometimes. Takes him forever to warm up to new people." She glanced toward the closed door where music thumped. "Though he seems pretty comfortable with Ashley already."

"Yeah, she has that effect on people." Chris tried to force a smile, but he was worried about hyperventilating.

"That's why she's such a great nurse," Jen continued, mixing all the ingredients into the pitcher and starting to stir. "Sometimes she spends hours with patients just putting them at ease. Makes me wonder if all she's doing is talking."

Jen giggled, as she refilled the glasses on the tray, but Chris was beginning his usual spiral. He imagined Ashley's late nights. Her stories about janitor. He conjured up new stories in his head of her with male patients, perfecting her 'bedside manner.'

"Come on. Help me carry these," Jen said, breaking the silence, a knowing smirk on her face as Chris fought the urge to adjust himself.

When they walked back through the kitchen door to the living room, Chris stopped in his tracks. Dave and Ashley were in the middle of the room dancing, a thin layer of sweat had formed on their foreheads. Chris noticed the way Dave's hand rested on Ashley's lower back. His fingers just low enough to touch her ass. They looked good together, like a couple. The erection Chris was fighting all night was instant as Ashley kicked her head back laughing at something Dave had said.

"Great view," Jen said behind Chris, making him jump. He realized what she meant. The way Ashley was laughing, bent backward, gave them a perfect view down her top. "They seem to have forgotten we were even here," she added, making Chris's hard-on even more painful as she squeezed past him to deliver their drinks.

"There you two are," Ashley squealed, as she peeled herself away from Dave and threw her arms around Chris. "I missed you," she whispered pulling him into a deep kiss, her tongue pushing past his lips.

"Are you already drunk?" Chris asked, happy to have his wife back in his arms.

"Don't judge!" She winked, but he wasn't sure what to make of it. "We don't ever get out like we used to. Besides," her fingers drifted down his body stopping at the top of his pants. "Feels to me like you're already looking forward to taking advantage of the situation."

"What situation is that?" Dave appeared behind Ashley, his glass in one hand, the other wrapped around Ashley's waist.

"I was actually thinking now may be a good time for us to chat," Chris said, trying his best to ignore the way Dave's hand slid along Ashley's body.

"Man, you're a workaholic aren't you," he said with a laugh, his eyes trailing over Ashley's body. "The girls are just starting to have a good time. Why don't we—"

Ashley reached back, touching Dave's face. The intimate touch made Chris want to puke, while at the same time his cock pulsed against Ashley's leg. She giggled, clearly understanding at least the second part of his reaction. "Why don't you two go chat." She batted her eyes seductively at Dave. "And Jen and I will ensure the hot tub is just the right temperature."

She peeled herself away from both men, and grabbed her glass from Jen, drinking most of its contents in a single gulp. Jen meanwhile, was already reaching for the hem of her sundress, pulling it over her head to reveal a red triangle bikini that left little to the imagination.

Chris found his gaze lingering on Jen as her sundress crumpled to the floor. He told himself fair was fair as his eyes traveled down her toned midsection, the faint outline of a six-pack showing. Her bottoms were tied to her hips by a thin string and for the briefest moment Chris considered what it would be like to untie them. When his eyes made it back to her face, Jen was staring at him with a smile.

He looked to Dave, hopeful that he didn't also catch Chris red-handed checking out his wife, but Dave's attention was elsewhere. Ashley had followed suit and found the ties of her halter dress, pulling them loose. She stepped out of her dress, her white bikini straining against her chest.

"Jesus Christ, you're one lucky bastard," Dave mumbled just loud enough for Chris to hear.

Dave was right, Chris was a lucky bastard and he couldn't help but smile as he took in the sight of the two beautiful women in front of him, heat pooling in his gut at the prospect of what was to come even while the anxiety threatened to eat him alive.

"You boys don't be too long," Jen said, over her shoulder as the two women walked hand in hand out the back patio doors toward the steaming water.

***

Dave turned away from the sliding door where the women's laughter echoed across the water, his expression shifting from casual host to something more focused. "Alright, man. What can possibly be more important than getting in the hot tub with two beautiful women?"

Chris moved to the glass door, pretending to check on Ashley but really buying himself time to think. Through the steam rising from the hot tub, he saw both women settling into the water, their conversation animated but too distant to make out words. Ashley's white bikini had become nearly transparent as promised, and he watched Jen's hand rest casually on his wife's shoulder as they talked.

He pulled his phone from his pocket, double-checking that airplane mode was still active before setting it behind some books on the desk near the kitchen table. He hoped it would far enough away that it couldn't pick up any of his conversation.

"The code," Chris said, walking back toward Dave but keeping his voice low. "The files I gave Ashley to pass along. Did you find anything?"

Dave's laugh was genuine, almost relieved. "Relax, man. The code was clean as a whistle. I didn't find anything suspicious at all. You should pass your audit with flying colors." He clapped Chris on the shoulder. "Seriously, whatever you were worried about, you can let it go."

The room started to spin, as Chris tried to process what he heard. His chest tightened, panic creeping up his throat. "That doesn't make sense."

"What doesn't make sense? Your software is solid. You should be celebrating, not looking like someone just told you your dog died. Now, can we go back out to the half-naked women?"

Chris's hands began to shake. If the code was clean, then how was Clayton accessing their devices? How was he listening to their conversations? The FBI needed proof, and Chris had nothing. Would Ashley wait for him while he was in prison? Would she blame him?

"Chris?" Dave's voice seemed to come from underwater, his eyes narrowing with renewed interest. "What's going on?"

Chris shook his head, backing toward the door. The sound of Ashley's laughter drifted in from outside, but it felt distant now, like it belonged to someone else's life. "We need to leave. If you didn't find anything, there's no reason for us to stay."

"Hold on." Dave's voice carried authority now, the laid-back party host replaced by someone accustomed to solving complex problems. "There's something there, isn't there? Something you don't want the public to know about?"

"It's not like that." Chris's defensive tone betrayed him immediately.

"Look, I've been doing this for fifteen years. I know when someone's running scared." His voice softened slightly, like he suddenly wanted to be Chris's friend. "Whatever it is, maybe I can help. But I need to know what you're not telling me."

Chris forced himself to breathe, to think. Dave was right, of course. His reaction had given away more than any confession could have. "Is there..." He swallowed hard, choosing his words carefully. "Is there any way someone could access the BitGuardian software remotely? Without leaving traces in the code you examined?"

"Now that's a different question entirely." Dave's interest was clearly piqued. His voice had a playful tone to it, but Chris didn't think anything about this situation was fun. "Remote key injection, maybe. It's a long shot, but theoretically possible. Someone could inject malicious keys into your authentication system, create backdoor access that wouldn't show up in the source code."

"Tell me more about that."

From outside, the women's giggles grew louder, followed by a splash and more laughter. Dave glanced toward the door, his impatience showing. More nervous energy passed over Chris as he tried to imagine what they were laughing about. Was Jen complimenting her legs again? Now that Ashley was drunk was she telling her what the anklet really meant?

"Remote key injection," Dave started, bringing Chris back to reality. "is basically a way to insert monitoring or control software into a system after it's already deployed. Like slipping a skeleton key into someone's house after they've already installed all the locks." Dave moved closer, lowering his voice. "The thing is, there's no real way to know for sure if someone's logging in remotely without access to system logs. And if you want to ensure you're looking at the right logs, you'd need access to the host system."

"How would someone get those logs?" Chris asked, though more muffled whispers and splashing from outside made him glance nervously toward the door.

Dave was quiet for a long moment, seeming to weigh his options. "I have a program that could help if you can get it installed on the system you think is being used for remote access. But that type of work comes with a price."

"What kind of price?"

"It's Jen's birthday, you know?" Dave's tone shifted back toward casual, but his eyes remained sharp. "Everyone's just trying to have fun tonight, but you're putting off all the wrong vibes. Like you're not really here with us."

Chris felt heat creep up his neck. "What are you getting at?"

Dave threw up his hands like he was completely innocent. "I'm just saying. I'd rather be out there with the girls getting more... comfortable. Not in here worried about security breaches."

Jen's words from earlier replayed in Chris's head "he seems pretty comfortable with Ashley already." Dave was already heading toward the door as Chris tried to bury his angst. "Look, if it means that much to you and it will help you relax, I have a flash drive upstairs labeled logger. Just plug it into the PC you think is being used for remote access. It will do the rest." He opened the back door, the steam from the patio floated into the kitchen, along with the laughter of the girls.

"Finally, the men are back," Jen giggled. "We were just talking about how our tops keep pulling out of place. I say we just take them off."

Chris's mouth went dry, as he took a step toward the door, his arousal near a breaking point.

"Top of the stairs. Second door on your right." Dave took off his shirt and tossed it toward the hot tub, much to the delight of the girls. "Should be in a box under the desk. Take your time. I'll make sure to look after the girls while you're gone."

As Dave stepped outside, Chris was left standing alone in the living room, staring at the stairs that led to what might be his salvation. He knew what going upstairs and looking for the flash drive meant. Ashley was outside, intoxicated, already talking about taking off her top. His cock twitched at the possibility of what was to come.

He could be quick. Get upstairs and grab the flash drive then make it back outside before things escalated too far. Before... a moan floated in from the outside. Or, maybe it was another laugh. Chris wasn't sure what to believe anymore as he took the stairs two at a time.

***

Chris's legs burned as he climbed the stairs, each step echoing his thundering heartbeat. The laughter from outside seemed to mock him. Ashley's voice mixed with Jen's in ways that made his stomach churn with arousal. He could picture them together, their tops hung over the side of the hot tub, chests dripping with water as they teased Dave. He just needed to find the drive that had that program on it then he could get out there and... he wasn't sure. He told himself he would grab Ashley and leave. That their sexual escapades had already gotten them in enough trouble, but then he would get that same anxious thrill. The one he got when they first started talking about Clayton.

Dave and Jen's bedroom was at the front corner of the house, an expensive looking gaming setup sat in the corner of the room with multiple monitors and enough hard drives to power a small data center. But it was the window overlooking the back deck that drew Chris's attention first. Through the glass, he could see the hot tub's blue glow. Ashley sat between Jen and Dave, her chest under the water as she laughed at something Jen had said with Dave sitting too close for comfort on the other side of her.

Focus. He forced himself to turn away, scanning the room for what he was looking for. Boxes sat underneath the gaming desk. Some had labels, others just an assortment of cables and hardware. His hands shook as he opened the first container, revealing dozens of unlabeled flash drives scattered like confetti.

"Shit," he whispered, dumping the contents onto Dave's desk. The drives all looked identical, small, black, anonymous. There must have been a hundred of them. He rummaged through them glancing at each label in hopes of finding what he was looking for.

From outside, Jen's voice drifted up through the partially open window. "Have you ever..." The rest was left to his imagination, which was already in overdrive.

He moved to the second box, his movements becoming more frantic. More drives, more cables, more useless hardware. His chest tightened with each passing second. Every moment he spent up here was another moment Ashley was...

"...with a girl..." Ashley's voice this time, followed by nervous laughter that made Chris forget what he was doing. The conversation was fragmentary, impossible to follow, but more than enough to make his hands tremble as he rifled through a third box.

Chris ripped the box open as he pulled it out, spilling the contents across the keyboard. And there, among a handful of labeled drives, he spotted it: a small white flash drive with "LOGGER" written in permanent marker.

But as he stood up, the drive clutched in his sweaty palm, his gaze inevitably drifted to the window. What he saw below made his breath catch in his throat.

Through the glass, he saw Ashley and Jen were locked in an intense kiss, their bodies pressed close in the blue-lit water. Dave stood to the side of the women, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

Chris's mind struggled to process the transformation before him. Seconds earlier, they'd been laughing and splashing. Now, Ashley's tongue slid past Jen's glossy lips in a kiss that would make any hot-blooded man take notice. This wasn't a playful kiss between friends. It was full-on, girl-on-girl action. Their naked breasts melded together, water beading where skin met skin, as Ashley's fingers tangled in Jen's auburn hair. When they finally broke apart, Ashley kept her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The kiss had visibly affected her more deeply than Jen, whose gaze remained steady.

Chris's was ready to rush downstairs, when Jen tenderly stroked Ashley's flushed cheek and whispered something that made her shiver. Jen gently turned Ashley's face toward Dave. The transition happened with dreamlike slowness. Ashley's parted lips finding Dave's, his tongue replacing where Jen's had been moments before.

His fingers dug into the waistband of his pants, palms sweaty as he watched his wife surrender to another man's kiss. He'd witnessed Ashley with other men before, yet this felt different. It seemed more intimate, more consequential. From his vantage point, he observed the visible transformation as Ashley's initial tension melted under Dave's touch. Her resistance dissolved as she threw her arms around Dave's neck.

Jen remained at Ashley's side, lips brushing her ear, whispering words that made Ashley press harder into Dave's embrace. The dark-haired woman was nothing like the innocent nurse Chris had believed her to be. Her hand slipped around Ashley's body, fingers finding and rolling Ashley's nipple between them. Ashley broke the kiss with a gasp, her head falling back as Dave's mouth traced a hungry path down her throat.

The parallel was unmistakable, just as when Ashley had been with Clayton in their driveway, Chris found himself paralyzed, arousal and anxiety fusing into a singular overwhelming sensation. His erection strained painfully against his zipper as he watched the married couple have their way with Ashley.

Then came the moment that shattered his voyeuristic trance. Jen's head suddenly turned, her eyes lifting to find his through the darkness. Their gazes locked across the distance, and her lips curved into a smile that confirmed what he'd suspected—she'd known he would be watching. She whispered something to Ashley, whose eyes fluttered open just as Dave's mouth closed around her breast. Her eyes locked with Chris's just as she opened her mouth, her soft moan drifting upstairs and making Chris's knees weak. Jen covered Ashley's mouth with her on, silencing her moan, as her husband continued his feast on her chest.

Chris stumbled backward, the flash drive clutched in his sweating palm, his pulse thundering in his ears. If he watched another second, he'd lose all control. With unsteady legs, he forced himself away from the window and out of the room. He needed to get outside

***

Chris stumbled down the steps with all of the agility of a drunk elephant, the logger safely secured in his pant pocket. As he rounded the corner of the stairs, the whispers and giggling seemed to get closer. He made it to the final step, just as the back door burst open with Ashley and Dave pouring through it, locked in a kiss of their own.

Ashley's arms were wrapped around his neck, her feet barely touching the ground. Her kiss with Jen had been hot, but being this close to her and watching her make out with Dave with such passion was nuclear. Chris stood at the base of the steps, his mouth hanging open as he watched them stop just inside the door, the urge to rush over and knock the other man off his wife was overwhelming.

Movement from the other side of Ashley caught Chris's attention. Jen stood next to them, her top just as bare as Ashley's. She was watching Ashley and Dave with the same conflicted face Chris had. Her hands were laced into balls, clutched against her chest. Her nipples were hard, longer than Ashley's, Chris realized, with all the tale-tale signs of arousal. Lines had formed on her forehead as she bit her lip, riveted by the action in front of her.

That's when it hit Chris with stunning clarity. The revelation he should have seen in the kitchen now made perfect sense. Jen wasn't plotting against him or even competing for Ashley's attention. She was his reflection. Her conflicted expression, her hands clenched into tight fists, the way she watched and whispered instead of jumping in. All of it mirrored his own reactions perfectly. She understood the unique pain and pleasure of watching someone you love with another person. The jealousy that twisted in your gut while simultaneously fueling a hunger you never knew you had. She didn't want to join them; she wanted to witness them, to feel that rush that came from allowing rather than stopping. Like Chris, she craved that mix of emotions that came from watching instead of doing. They were the same in their contradictions, both drawn to the powerful charge of watching their spouse lose all control with another person. In Jen, Chris had found someone who truly understood his deepest, darkest, secret.

Ashley was panting when she broke the kiss, Chris wasn't even sure she realized he was there, or if she even cared. Her gaze was solely on Dave, but the look in her eye was different than the look he'd seen when she was with Clayton. With Clayton, it had always been a look of bewilderment and awe. This look was more like hunger, like she was ready to eat Dave alive.

"I've been wanting to do something since I saw you in that bikini" Dave said, his large hands sliding over the smooth skin of Ashley's back.

She bit her lip, her eyes darting away for the briefest second. Chris followed her gaze to the kitchen table where their phones were. It happened so quick, he almost wasn't sure if he imagined it.

"Oh yeah? And what would that be? Something inappropriate?" Her voice was louder than it needed to be causing Chris's heart to nearly stop.

"You tell me." His hand slid down her ribs, causing her to gasp. He tugged slowly on the small tie sitting on her hip, then mimicked the same movements on her other side. The thin white fabric covering her most sensitive area went slack, before slithering down her body completely. Ashley didn't even flinch as she felt her last remaining piece of clothing hit the floor. Her smooth slit glistening with water and arousal.

Dave took a step back, looking over her with a satisfied grin. Chris held his breath at the base of the staircase, fighting every instinct to rush over and shut this entire thing down. But unlike every time before, he wasn't paralyzed by his own arousal, although that was certainly there. This time he was frozen by something else entirely: Ashley's behavior. She didn't seem quite as lost in the moment as she was pretending, and he needed to see what she had planned.

"As good as you imagined?" she asked.

Dave didn't answer with words. Instead, he reached out, running his fingers across her pussy. She gasped as he brushed her clit and explored her bare folds. Dave's grin grew wider. "Even better, I keep telling Jen to go completely bald, but she prefers to keep a strip."

The mention of Jen made Chris realize she wasn't standing next to them anymore. He scanned the room, unable to find her. That's when he felt her arms sliding around his waist, her naked chest pressed into his back. "Did you enjoy the show?" Her whisper was like cocaine to Chris's arousal, his cock begging to be freed.

"I have a feeling it's about to get a whole lot better." Her fingers slid under then hem of his shirt, her fingers brushing across her lower abdomen making him sigh. There was so much he wanted to say to her, so much he wanted to ask.

"Ahhh, yes," Ashley's soft gasp, caused Chris to look back toward the center of the room. Dave had his fingers buried inside her. Even in the low light, Chris could see just how wet she was.

"You've got to come feel how smooth this is, babe. You really should at least consider going bare." Dave's fingers dug deeper inside of Ashley, the wet sloshing sounds of her sex burning Chris's ears.

"Duty calls," Jen purred, kissing Chris's neck and using just enough teeth to make him gasp.

Before he could blink, Jen was standing beside her husband, her fingers curled with his as they stroked Ashley's slit.

"Ffff oh, God. Oh fuck," Ashley cried out, her hands gripping Dave's forearm burying her nails into it.

"It's hot, maybe I'll consider it the next time I shower," Jen teased kissing her husband's jaw line.

Dave pushed his chubby fingers deep inside Ashley making her cry out as his third knuckle pressed against her slit, then pulled it out and brought it to Jen's lips.

"Mmmm." Jen wrapped her lips around her husband's digit, sucking it greedily. "Even sweeter than I imagined." Dave pulled his finger from Jen's lips with a loud pop, then pressed it to Ashley's. She opened her mouth automatically, tasting a mixture of her own juices and Jen's cherry gloss.

"You like sucking things, don't you?" He didn't need to say anything else. She took the hint, sinking to her knees in front of him and untying the string that kept his trunks on. Jen took a step backward, her gaze still on Chris as she summoned him over.

Somehow, Ashley was able to pull it off without looking submissive. She was on her knees, she was staring up at him, she was sliding his shorts over his thighs, but they all knew who was serving who.

"Mmm impressive," she teased, angling her head toward the kitchen as she spoke. "I'm not sure I've ever seen one so thick before." She gave his a few confident strokes, her fingers failing to meet around its girth.

"Need a hand?" Jen asked, kneeling next to Ashley. She licked her lips, as Ashley moved the impressive shaft to Jen's lips. Then watched in awe as Jen sucked the crown of it into her mouth drawing a gasp from Dave.

Chris had taken a few hesitant steps toward the scene unfolding before him when Jen knelt beside Ashley. He froze in place, watching as his wife guided Dave toward Jen's waiting lips. The sight of Jen accepting Dave while Ashley stroked him sent a confusing mix of emotions through Chris. For a moment, he questioned his insight about Jen. Perhaps she wasn't a voyeur like him after all. But then, after savoring just a taste, Jen pulled back with a soft, encouraging smile. She gently redirected Dave back to Ashley with a subtle nod, her eyes wide with anticipation as she settled into her preferred role. Watching another woman pleasure her husband from the perfect vantage point clearly excited her more than participating. The flush on her cheeks and her quickened breathing revealed just how turned on she was at the prospect of it.

"Like this?" Ashley asked, all sweet and innocent, as he leaned in and ran her tongue up and down the side of his shaft. "Or is this more like what you were thinking?"

She closed her mouth over his member, swallowing him with more aggression than Chris had ever seen when she gave a blowjob. That aggression didn't cease with the initial suck either. She took him hard, filling the room with the slurpy sound of her wet blow.

Slrk... glk... slurp. Her mouth worked him with obscene intensity, spit streaming down her chin, her lips glossy and stretched wide. Chris’s knees gave out, and he sank to the last step, eyes locked on the way she moanedmmmphn—around Dave’s thickness. It was filthy, it was hot. And she was putting on a show.

The sounds were almost as hot as watching what she was doing, teasing and tormenting Chris with each throaty smack. She used both hands on his base, twisting and jerking what little she couldn't get into her mouth.

Chris stood next to Jen, both of them watching with a lustful eye as Ashley gagged herself on Dave's thick shaft. Chris couldn't resist anymore, he touched himself through his pants, his eyed locked on the visceral show his wife was putting on. He'd received countless blow jobs from Ashley, watched her on more than one occasion with Clayton, but watching her take control like this in such an animalistic way just a few feet in front of him was a whole other level of intense.

"Not yet," Jen whispered, grabbing his wrist. "The fun is only just beginning." She took Chris's hand, running it up her body to the soft flesh of her breast. Placing her hand on top of his, she ran her diamond-hard nipple between her fingers, gasping wide-eyed as they watched the show in front of them.

Dave ran his hands through Ashley's hair, guiding her faster, deeper. If anything, she accepted the challenge with gusto. she took her hands off his cock completely, bracing herself on his butt as he fucked her face. The harder he fucked her, the more enthusiastic she got, until he couldn't seem to take it.

"Jesus Christ. Oh Fuck, I'm going to..."

Like a reflex, Ashley pulled back until she held just the crown between her lips. Dave thrust forward, eyes closed, face twisted in pleasure, and exploded inside her mouth. Her nostrils flared out to breathe as she swallowed his load. Her cheeks hollowed out, until he had nothing left to give.

"Mmm fuck," Jen moaned, as she used Chris's hand to continue to tease her chest. Her left hand disappeared inside her bottoms, her fingers moving just fast enough to get her worked up but not fast enough to push her over the edge.

"I hope you're not the one and done type," Ashley said through her lashes, as she licked her lips. "I'm dying to know how that thing feels inside of me."

She rose to her feet slowly, seductively, giving his cock one final squeeze before turning her focus to Chris for the first time since the entire endeavor started. She cocked her eyebrow, a seductive smile forming on her lips as she watched Chris with Jen before grabbing his free hand.

"Follow me to the sofa, lover. I'm not sure Dave here is going to be able to satisfy me just yet." Pride swelled in his chest, or maybe it was emasculation? After all, was he nothing more than an after thought? A side act while she waited for the main course to recover? Whatever it was, it had complete control over Chris as he took his wife's hand.

As she dragged Chris toward the sofa, they passed by the kitchen table and she casually grabbing her phone from it with her free hand. If there was any doubt in Chris's mind before about what Ashley was doing, it was now crystal clear.

If Jen was the least bit upset that Ashley had stolen her plaything, she didn't show it. Instead, she too marched over to the sofa, sitting on the other side of it to give the couple the space they needed.

Ashley held Chris's hand like it was a lifeline, squeezing his fingers in hopes that he understood what she was trying to do. When they reached the end of the sofa she spun in his arms and kissed his neck. "I love you so much", she whispered, as she sat her phone on the end table and slid down onto the soft cushion and leaned back.

Chris grinned, taking in the sight of her. Her skin was still damp from the hot tub, her nipples hard and tight. Her pussy was soaked. For Dave? For the performance she was clearly putting on? It didn't matter. As Ashley hooked her heel around his neck and pulled him toward her cunt, all that mattered to Chris was making his wife scream.

He knelt in front of the sofa, his fingertips lightly pressed against her thighs as he took in her sweet scent.

"Don't tease me, baby. Your tongue is my favorite." Was that more of the psychological warfare she'd decided to deploy for Clayton, or did she mean it? He kissed the outside of her folds, his tongue barely brushing against her clit.

"Yessss," she hissed, as Chris covered her pussy with his mouth and sucked her lips into his. He knew exactly how to make her scream, how to get her body to respond to his onslaught. He ran his tongue along her entire length, greedily drinking her juices as his tongue circled her swollen clit. He pushed two fingers into her dripping hole, smiling to himself as she thrashed on the sofa, before introducing a third finger.

"Of fuck, baby. Mmm God, that feels so good." She sounded like she truly meant it. Like she was lost in the moment and all that mattered was her husband. He wanted to stay between her legs forever, soaking in her sounds.

Then, without warning, she pushed his head away. He looked up at her confused, but her focus was no longer on Chris. It was directed behind him.

"Is all that for me?" she asked.

"Do you think you can handle it?"

Ashley patted Chris on the shoulder, asking him to move out of the way. The sting of being dismissed stung more than he thought it would. He looked up at her before scooting away and saw the faintest smile. She wasn't dismissing him. She was using Dave. Chris had hoped that realization would have been enough to push the sting away, but it wasn't.

It may have made it slightly easier for him to slouch away while another man claimed his wife, but the sting was still there, just duller.

Chris's head snapped to the other end of the sofa, where Jen was biting her lip in anticipation. She crawled seductively across the cushions, her bikini bottom hanging loosely on her leg as she maneuvered herself next to Chris for a better view.

"Are you ready," she whispered, her fingers sliding over the front of his pants briefly and giving him a light squeeze. "Do you enjoy this part as much as I do?"

With Chris out of the way, Dave placed a knee on the edge of the sofa, his cock jutting out and away. He kissed her first, being this close Chris could see with perfect vision how easily Ashley accepted his tongue. How she wrapped hers around his and sucked it into her mouth. The jealousy in Chris's chest threatened to explode to new heights, and was only made worse when Ashley reached out grasping his hard-on and pulled it closer.

"Are you sure you're rea—"

She didn't get a chance to finish her question before Dave lunged forward and buried half his length inside her.

"Ohhhh fuck," she moaned, this time not toward the phone.

Jen slipped down next to Chris, her fingers digging into the back of the sofa, but Chris barely noticed. His attention fully on the fucking his wife was receiving just inches in front of him.

From his vantage point Chris could see everything. The way her pussy stretched around him. The way his dick glistened with her juices. He saw the way her tits bounced as Dave thrust harder into her.

"Yes, Oh fuck, Dave. That feels good. So fucking good." She was coming unglued just inches from Chris, but in that instant he could have been miles away. She clawed at his back, causing him to growl and pick up tempo.

"Cum on my cock. Tell me how good my dick feels," Dave was pushing his entire shaft into her now and it was clearly having an affect on Ashley.

"So good. Your cock feels so fucking good." Ashley was thrashing her head back and forth and Chris could tell she was fast approaching her first orgasm.

Reaching up, Ashley pulled Dave into another wet, sloppy kiss. Her nails dug into neck as her orgasm hit, making her pull her mouth away.

"Fuck, oh fuck, fuck me!" She rode out her first orgasm screaming until her voice gave way to a series of moans. Dave, let out another grunt of satisfaction as her walls gripped his shaft. He drove into her relentlessly, working up a film of sweat.

As her orgasm began to subside, Ashley's legs hung limply off the sofa and Dave's fucking became less relentless. Breathing heavily, he pressed into her, his stomach pushing her further into the sofa. If it were uncomfortable at all, she didn't show it. She let out a soft moan as Dave almost tenderly kissed her neck and ear.

"Mmm you're not done yet, are you?" Ashley said, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. "Should I get my husband back over here to show you how it's done?"

Chris's ego swelled, as Ashley shot him a wink. "I thought you could use a break," Dave grumbled, not allowing her to bait him. "But, if a real fucking is what you're looking for..."

He pulled free of her, and flipped her over, yanking her hips off the sofa edge. "Let's see if your husband can do this."

With that, he rammed into her from behind.

"Ohhhh fuck," Ashley whined, her neck craned in such a way that her mouth was right next to the phone.

"Is that better? Is that how you like it?" Spit flew from Dave's face as he fucked her for all he was worth, his hand landing on the swell of her ass.

"Ohhh fuck, yes. Yes, just like that. God, you're so fucking thick." Ashley reached between her legs, but not to rub her clit like Chris had expected. Instead, she reached further back, fondling his balls, stroking their combined fluids over the swinging sac as it slapped against her flesh.

"Mmm yes, play with my nuts. Squeeze them like the good little slut you are." Dave threw his head back, squeezing and slapping Ashley's ass much to her delight.

Without realizing it, Chris had once again started stroking himself over his pants. His fingers lightly brushing over his hard length as he fought the urge to lean closer for a better look.

Buzz. The sound broke Chris's concentration and he looked beside him at Jen. She had taken off her bottoms and now sat completely naked and spread eagle. Her bright pink nipples stood at attention as she ran a silver vibrator across her clit.

All modesty was lost at that point, as Chris watched the petite woman bite her lip, slipping the vibrating cylinder past her lips and emitting the sexiest sigh. He quickly slid his pants down his legs, his hand grasping his throbbing cock as he watched Jen tease her clit with her toy.

"Mmm nice," Jen whispered, her gaze fixed on Chris's manhood. "Ashley must be very... fuuuck... happy at home." She increased the speed on the toy, her eyes fluttering shut for a second as she dipped it between her folds. "I just can't help myself once I see him. He's just so... mmm God, so hard on them. I wish someone would fuck me like that." Her words dripped with invitation as her eyes slammed shut again, her hips bucking toward the sky as an orgasm neared.

He considered reaching out to her, replacing the toy with his hand, or better yet his dick. But he had a front row seat to Ashley's best performance of her life and he didn't want to miss a single second of it.

"Nngh fuck," Jen continued to writhe next to Chris, her free hand stroking her clit as she buried the vibrator deep inside her cunt. "She loves it. Mmm, look at her face. She can't get enough."

She wasn't wrong. Ashley's face was warped in a sort of half smile, her forehead crinkled, her tongue sliding back and forth over her bottom lip as she chased her orgasm.

"Yes. Ohhh God. Harder, fuck me harder. Your cock feels so good. So, fucking good."

Chris looked back over at his wife and her lover, squeezing his cock tighter, his pace matching the relentless rhythm Dave had set as he clutched Ashley’s reddened ass cheeks and fucked her with brutal force.

"You like it rough don't you?" He spread her ass, and for a second, Chris thought he was going to push a finger into her tight hole. He almost told him to do it, knowing it would have set Ashley off, but, as dumb as it sounded, he didn't want to interrupt.

"Yes, Oh fuck, just like that. Make me cum again with your thick fucking cock. Unngh fuck, I love it." Ashley was covered in sweat now, her face so close to her phone she was nearly biting it.

Jen reached out, clutching Chris's arm, her own orgasm washing over her. "Ohhh fuck, do it, baby. Fuck, oh God. Cum inside her. Nnngh fuck, breed her."

Chris's cock pulsed in his hand, as he realized Dave had never put on a condom. He was fucking her raw, and he was close to filling her unprotected pussy with his seed. Chris's stomach clenched, his own orgasm suddenly seconds away.

Dave didn't need any more encouragement. He placed his large hand on the base of her neck, pushing her deeper into the sofa. Chris watched her face as he fucked her. Her eyes were closed tight, her face a mixture of pain and intense pleasure. She may have been putting on a show, but more than a small part of her was clearly enjoying it.

Dave's grunts filled the room, drowning out the gentle buzz of Jen's vibrator as her orgasm began to subside. His entire face was red, he was close. Close to cumming inside of Ashley.

"Yesssss do it. Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you cum. Oh fuuuuck."

Dave bellowed something unintelligible as he crashed into Ashley one final time, teeth grinding as he unloaded inside of Chris's wife.

Chris's eyes went wide. It was like being struck by lightening. From this distance he could see every detail. The way Dave's cock expanded, the way Ashley's walls clamped around it. It was like he was having an out of body experience, and Chris couldn't help but explode all over his hand. Ashley was right there with him, withering and bucking as Dave's seed spilled from around the air-tight grip her cunt had on his cock.

"Ohhh fuck, ohhh yes. So good, so fucking good," Ashley whined, as Dave fucked the last of his seed into her sloppy hole.

After what felt like an eternity, Dave withdrew from her, his dick still semi-engorged and swinging wetly. Ashley slumped onto the throw pillow, completely spent with a satisfied smile on her face.

Dave looked off at Chris acknowledging him for the first time. "Are you one of those guys who enjoy a cream pie?" He asked, with a smirk.

Chris blinked, unable to process what Dave was saying. Before he could form words he caught movement from the corner of his eye. Jen was moving from beside him, the dark curls above her slit glistening with her arousal.

"I hope you don't mind, but I'd love to do the honors," she said softly, her green eyes sparkling.

Ashley's eyes went wide, this was clearly not part of whatever plan she'd thought up. She looked at Chris with an anxiety he hadn't seen since they first started this adventure nearly a year ago. She had never been with another woman. She had never even kissed another woman until early that night. Now, she watched in stunned silence as Jen crawled between her legs and kissed her smooth mound.

"Oh my God!" Ashley's cries split the air. She rocked back and forth as Jen demonstrated that she'd clearly done this before.

"Happy birthday, baby," Dave said, in a weird loving way.

Chris's mouth was still open, his hand still holding his softening cock, too stunned to form words. He was being treated to an unrestricted view of Ashley's first girl-on-girl experience. Any hesitation Ashley had about the moment was now completely gone. She ran her fingers through Jen's dark hair, as her friend licked and sucked Dave's cum from her used pussy.

"Ohhh, oh my God. Please..." Ashley's fingers curled into fists, her hips lifting from the sofa as Jen expertly licked around her clit. Her legs kicked into the air, her toes pointed straight as Chris watched Jen's tongue push into Ashley's leaking hole.

Ashley's eyes fluttered open, another silent scream leaving her lips. She looked at Chris, his cock now hard again, and smiled crooking her finger in his direction. He crawled over to her, brushing her sweat soaked hair from her face and kissing her lips between gasps.

"I want to suck you," she said, her hand still on Jen's head who had added her fingers to the mix. "I want you to...OHHHH FUCK. I want you to cum in my mouth as she... UNNGH FUCK. While she eats me."

Chris barely let her get the words out before he was half standing on the sofa feeding his cock to his wife's waiting mouth. She circled her fingers around his girth and swallowed the tip, teasing him with her tongue. Her moans hummed around his length, making every sensation Ashley felt transfer to him.

"Mmmmmm fuck," Jen's cried cut through the moment and Chris turned to look at the dark haired beauty who was eating his wife. Dave had apparently recovered, and didn't like to be left out. He was standing between Jen's legs, his cock buried to the hilt as she continued to slide her tongue over Ashley's clit.

"Mmmmm Mmmffffph." Ashley's muffled moans grew, her third orgasm of the day coming faster than the other two. She pulled her lips from Chris's cock with a loud pop, the intensity of the orgasm ripping her free.

It was the sight of Jen looking up at Ashley, her chin glistening, that did Chris in. He exploded before he could stop himself, spraying a string across Ashley's cheek before she collected him back into her mouth. After the third rope hit the back of Ashley's throat, Chris slid down next to his wife trying to catch his breath.

Jen kissed up Ashley's stomach, her gaze turning to Chris. "Did you enjoy the show as much as I did?" she asked with a smile, before taking Ashley's nipple into her mouth.

Dave continued his assault on Jen from behind, her moans drowned out by Ashley's nipple. Ashley's breath caught, her throat too dry to cry out, as the other woman swirled her tongue around her swollen bud.

Chris groaned watching the action, Jen's pants filling his ears as she kissed her way back up to Ashley's mouth. He watched in a bit of a daze as they kissed again. This time starting sweet and loving and turning passionate as Dave continued to drill into his wife from behind. With another animalistic growl, Dave tensed up spilling his seed into his wife. Chris saw his seed leak out of Jen onto Ashley's outstretched legs, but she didn't seem to notice, her lips still locked with Jen.

"Mmm that was fun," Jen said breathlessly, ending the kiss as Dave stumbled backward. She studied Ashley's face, smiling as she realized her friend wasn't freaked out and never going to speak to her again. She got to her feet, stumbling slightly and causing Dave to catch her. "Why don't you help me to the shower," she said to her husband. She looked at Chris, understanding passing between the two of them. She was giving him a chance to reconnect with Ashley, to discuss what just happened.

As they neared the top of the staircase, Dave stopped and turned around looking at Chris. "Oh hey, did you find what you were looking for?"

Chris nodded, too stunned to form words. Dave gave a warm smile, like they were the closest of friends. "That's great, man. If you need any help just give me a call. We'd love to have you over again."

"Th... thanks."

The sound of Jen and Dave's footsteps disappearing upstairs seemed to stir Ashley. She grabbed a blanket that had fallen on the floor and pulled it close, her hair still damp against her shoulders. At first, Chris thought she was suddenly feeling shy about her nakedness, but as she reached for her phone and wrapped it in the thick blanket, it all made sense.

"That was..." Chris struggled to find the words, as Ashley pulled him into a tight hug. Her breathing was still uneven, matching his own.

"I love you so much," she whispered, fighting back tears. "I hope you understand all of that was..."

"I know," Chris said, silencing her with a kiss. "I know."

They held each other for several minutes, their breathing syncing with one another.

"What now?" Chris asked, breaking the silence. He studied her face, searching for signs of regret or uncertainty, but found only exhaustion.

"Now, we hope Clayton is the jealous type," she said, with a tired giggle.

"I'm still not sure I understand what you're hoping to accomplish," Chris said, breathing in her scent.

"Honestly? I'm not completely sure either." She paused, her fingers sliding against his chest. "But I'm hoping he gets reckless when he's angry. I was so tired of doing nothing, of feeling helpless... used. Maybe if I can make him lose control, he'll slip up somehow."

Chris felt something tight in his chest finally loosen. "I love you, Ash. No matter what happens next, that never changes."

"I love you too," she whispered, sealing the promise with a gentle kiss.